𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐄'𝐒 return to La Push, Washington was meant to be spent in tranquility. A space outside of white rooms and beeping machines. A space where she can dive into the reminiscence of her care free childhood. However, her life fl...
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𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃. That's it, plain awkwardness and questionable silence. What does "you've got my attention" mean exactly? Is he supposed to pursue her? Is that what she wanted?
"You're staring."
She turns to him with a smirk, having caught him staring at the side of her face for the past ten minutes without saying a word. Quil quickly averts his eyes and clears his throat. "Haha, right uh, just zoned out a bit," he mutters. It's only been two hours since leaving the pizzeria, and one hour since Embry left the two of them alone. And all they've done was take out their books for his English class and stare at a bunch of words that hardly made sense to him, because the drama and fancy etiquette was extremely boring and of no use to him.
She giggles and he swore his heart grew twice it's size at the sound. But he had no idea how to act. Hours ago she stormed away from the table and cried in his best friend's arms, only to come back and run into his. He's pretty secure-- manly wise. Sure he had his jealous moments, but she was his imprint, what did Embry know that he didn't, and what did Embry say for her to come back to him so easily.
"You know, you zone out a lot," she snaps in front of his face, and he flinches. "Sorry, where were we?" He leans forward to look down at his book. Cecelia playfully rolls her eyes, and points at the certain paragraph on his page, "I was pointing out how you can use this quote to answer your prompt. This book really depicts societal expectations of women during this era, so you have to try and..."
Quil has ultimately decided that she was really pretty when she was explaining something. The way her hands move with her words as she tries to explain not only the focus of the book but his essay prompt to ensure his understanding was captivating, and Quil hung on every word. He could watch her do this for hours. "Do you get it?" She asks, and he nods, while reaching for his pencil and copying the quote down. The smile on her lips when she realizes he was actually paying attention than staring at her like a live fish, was enough to motivate him to continue.
"Okay, let's try mapping out the characters and their development. I think we should also include Darcy's perspective, because as the novel progresses his ideals shift, and it's important to grasp an outside perspective," she muses, creating a chart on his notebook. He admires her dainty handwriting, and almost straight lines.
It goes on like this for another hour, actual progress in regards to the book is being made and Quil swears he's getting smarter by the minute. But there's one thing that he's been wondering the entire day, and he doesn't know what hit him, but after staring at the way her hair falls in front of his face as she writes has him blurting whatever comes to mind. "Why'd you leave school early today?" He asks, and she visibly tenses. Quil's about to take back his question but she sighs and turns to him.
"Allergies really hit me I guess, the air here is much different than Texas," she scratches her leg as she talks, it's her tell. She's lying and he knows, he noticed that little scratch when they were younger and seeing her do it now makes him shift uncomfortably. Whatever really happened, you didn't want him to know. "Why was Embry here?" He shoots another question, and he wants to smack himself across the head for having as big of a mouth as Jacob at the moment.
